Abyzou sighed as she looked at the two of them cuddled there together on the futon, it would appear as though the two of them were working something out while she was talking to her mother. Honestly she was not mad, not really in fact had Amani been the one busy she would have done the same, it was not hard to tell that Dan was being eaten alive from the inside with guilt.

She was sure both her and Amani had seen it, he didn't regret, in fact she was sure that he would do it again a thousand times over to save sara, or her or Amani, or hell even Bastet. Speaking of they needed to talk to that goddess, the whole act was getting slightly annoying, yes at first she was there only because of Sara, Aby knew that, but when her mother had threatened to drag Dan off one of the first one’s to jump in front of him was none other than Bastet.

She was sure if she brought this up the other woman would say something along the lines of ‘I can't let anything bad happen to him because it would make Sara sad.’ she didn't buy that for a second, she was after all a woman, and an extremely possessive one at that she knew when her man was being looked at by other women, and she had seen that look in the cat goddess’s eyes, between that and the speed at which she had jumped to Dan’s defence, well there was nothing for it.

She sighed looking at his now relaxed face, part of that anxiety had been caused by her, she knew. This was not how she wanted to have him meet her mother, in fact she had not even breathed a word of it because she did not know how to approach the subject. Never in a million years however would she have thought that her mother would have just showed up, ruining a perfectly good day and accused her new husband of murder.

Then again, her mother was not in the wrong here either, he had used that blade to end that things life, the unfortunate side effect was that all the versions, all across the millions and billions and trillions of realities every version of this man had died, effectively ripping him entirely out of the natural cycle. And honestly it was this that pissed off all of those gods, it wasn't the loss of life, that happened everyday, people murdered all the time, it was messing up the perfect little picture they had created.

She sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the small building they called home. She loved it here, she had never been happier, she was surrounded by friends, ones who she could confide in anything she ever felt the need. Why then was she hesitating now? She shook her head, there was no need, even if it meant waking him she was sure he would understand. Slowly she slithered over, before lifting the two of them up and wrapping herself around them. As she did this Dan slipped out of Amani, unstopping a gap that let a small stream of white leak out of her lower lips, it dripped down and landed on Aby’s golden scaled tale. She smiled as she felt it tickle her.

“Such a waist.” she whispered as she slithered around the two of them, wrapping them up in her warm embrace, she settled down holding the two of them close feeling the warmth of their recently expanded bodies.

Dan opened his eyes and looked into hers with a slightly groggy look. Gods those blue eyes were captivating, Aby thought to herself. They were so damn blue, add to that the familiar slit of her people’s eyes, and well the look was striking. Speaking of which why had only his eyes changed? Demigods were strange beings, part way between humans and gods, but they always had some sort of divine power, Dan on the other hand had not shown any change, no increase to strength, speed, intelligence, nothing, perhaps he had yet to show it?

She didn't know.

He pulled his arm out from the location where it was pinned to his side and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her in closely. “Hows my little lamia doing?” he asked as he snuggled in close to her.

“What, you have a big Lamia?” she asked in a pretend shocked voice.

“Give it time little snaky, in time.” he responded back.

“Hah, ” she laughed lightly. “Why is it that I am always left out of these things.”

“Honestly I think Amani might have some bondage fetish, I don't know, we will have to talk to her about that.” he laughed lightly as to not wake the sleeping Djinn, who was currently being pressed against him as the both of them were wrapped in a coil of snake, not tightly mind you, just a comforting firmness. “On the same note we have to work on your, shall we say insecurities?” he said getting slightly more serious with her.

“I know,” she sighed, it was true, she knew it was, but they had been ingrained into her for countless thousands of years, she was working hard but some habits die harder. “I'm trying...” she whispered softly.

He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her close, “I know you are, and I have to say the progress is amazing.” his hands slid into the mess of black hair, that hair that no matter what she did with it it always looked messy. Pulling her in there lips met, her thin snake tongue flicked out, exploting his mouth and wrapping itself around his tongue.

If that kiss had been any more hot the two of them would have melted together.

As they pulled pack she smiled. “Looks like I am stuck with clean up duty.” she smiled mischievously before he could ask she slid his cock into her mouth with a small laugh.

She pushed it down her throat until her lips touched the base. From there she started sucking, creating a comfortable suction, even as she wrapped her ridiculously long and thin snake tongue around it. With slow and deliberate movements she began moving up and down.

Sensitive as he was he didn't last long, he arched his hips as she moved up and down her cheeks were puffed out like she had a large amount of something in them. With an exaggerated motion she swallowed, never removing his penis from her mouth, panting she looked back at Dan, his sperm had leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin on the right side of her mouth.

“Tasty...” she whispered, using a finger to wipe away the white liquid then licking it off of her finger. “I'm hungry...” she hissed ever so slightly. “Feed me more?”